by Becca Van
Her shoulder length gold blonde hair had shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the window of the warehouse and it looked like she’d had a halo around her head. She’d smiled and talked with them and even though she was a confident business woman and knew what she wanted, there was an air of vulnerability and innocence surrounding her. But underneath that smile he could see a deep-seated sadness and wondered who had hurt her.
She’d pulled at him like no other woman ever had and he vowed then and there that he would do anything he could to have her in his life and wipe that sadness from her stunning green emerald eyes. And from the look on Sean’s face he wanted the same thing.
Jason pulled himself from his introspection and back to the present and sighed quietly with relief when she signed the contract.
As far as he was concerned she was their woman and now all he and Sean had to do was convince her of that fact, too.
* * * *
Tasha didn’t read the contract word for word, just sped over the important bits, then signed her name with a flourish and handed the contract and pen back to Jason. She caught them looking at each other and wondered what that was about. She began to feel uneasy, but pushed her feelings aside. Neither of the men had given her a reason to mistrust them.
“You know, if you ever need help in the warehouse I’m willing to lend a hand.” Tasha looked at Jason while he carefully folded the contract and placed it in his shirt pocket.
“Thanks, Tasha, I’ll let you know if we ever need your help.” Jay began removing the dishes from the counter and took them to the sink.
Tasha got up from her seat to help with the dishes, since it had been Sean’s turn to cook. It didn’t take her and Jay long to set the kitchen back in order and load the dishwasher. She was just wiping the counter down when Sean appeared behind her.
“Are you planning on working anymore tonight, darlin’?” he asked.
“No, I’m finished for the night.”
“When are you going to show us what you’ve been painting, Tasha?” Jay asked.
“I’ve already shown you one of my paintings. Besides, I thought I already told you an artist is very temperamental about showing unfinished work? It’s considered bad luck.”
“Okay. How about we watch a movie tonight?” Sean suggested.
“Sure, why not.”
“Count me in, bro,” Jay replied.
Tasha made a fresh pot of coffee while Sean picked out a movie.
* * * *
Sean had nearly smiled and rubbed his hands together when Tasha had finally signed the lease contract. Now that she had made the decision to stay with them for the next twelve months, he and Jay planned to move things up and hopefully start a relationship with her. She was so full of passion but for some reason had buried it down deep inside. She was fun to be with but when she realized that she let her guard down she made a conscious effort to shore her defenses up again.
He and Jason had done everything they could to make her feel comfortable with them. They snuggled with her on the sofa as often as possible and massaged her feet while watching the TV. The little sounds she made in the back of her throat when they rubbed her sore feet always made his cock go hard. It was a wonder his balls hadn’t turned blue from having so many erections. The only way he could settle enough to get a good night’s sleep was imagine having his cock buried deep inside her tight wet pussy while he jacked off, and even though that gave him a little relief it was nowhere near enough.
He had a feeling some bastard had hurt her and even though he wanted to ask her what she was so scared of, he bit his tongue. If he pushed her she would likely walk out the door and never come back. He would also love to see some of the other paintings she had done but knew she wouldn’t let him. She kept everything close to her chest as if showing them would somehow give them insight into how her mind and heart worked, and maybe it would, but for now he would respect her privacy. He hated seeing that scared, timid look in her eyes, but there was nothing he could do about it, at least not yet. Hopefully one day soon she would trust them and talk to them. Maybe then he could find the fucker who had hurt her and tear him limb from limb. Until then he was just going to have to bide his time and hope they could wear her down.
The best thing he and Jason had done was move their business to Passion where they could be closer to Tasha. He’d had no idea that she would end up living with them but was happier than a pig in shit that she was. The only thing that would make him gladder was having Tasha in between him and Jason in their bed and her love. He was getting impatient but as the saying went “Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
She was such fun to be around when she let her guard down. She was feisty and cantankerous one minute and downright hilarious the next.
She tried so hard to keep herself closed off, but the more time she spent with him and Jason the harder she was finding it to keep herself hidden. It didn’t matter though, he and Jason were slowly breaking down those walls and she was letting them see more and more of her true nature.
He’d never forget the first time he’d seen her. She was so damn beautiful she’d taken his breath away. Everything had slowed down when she’d walked into their warehouse in Bendigo and he’d seen every little detail of her body and facial expressions as if things were happening in slow motion. His dick had gone hard in an instant and his heart had been beating so hard inside his chest it had been hard not to cover it with his hand. Time had stood still and he’d known in that instant that she could be the woman of their dreams.
Now she was living with them and more at ease with them it was time to make a move. He couldn’t wait anymore. He’d been patient for long enough.
* * * *
When they were all on the sofa in the living room with their coffees, Sean started the movie. Tasha was seated between the two large men and found it very hard to concentrate on the action movie Sean had chosen, not that much brain power was needed, but she found her mind wandering.
She needed to find a place to hide the completed canvases she had painted of her two housemates. If they happened to see them, she knew she would have big trouble trying to keep them at an arm’s length. She had no idea if what she was doing was talented enough to be put on display. She was going to have to contact the new local art gallery so she could get their opinion.
The art gallery was at the opposite end of town to the Gallagher Warehouse and even though it was close enough for her to walk, only a couple of kilometres from where she currently was, she wouldn’t if she was able to get an appointment to show her paintings. For a start she didn’t want anyone seeing her work, and secondly it would be too hard to carry the canvases that far if it was windy.
She decided to call the gallery first thing in the morning to set up an appointment.
“What are you worrying over, little girl?” Jason asked.
“What?”
“I said what has you so worried, Tasha?”
“Oh, nothing really. Just thinking.”
“You know if you have a problem we’ll listen to you and help you out if we can, don’t you, darlin’? You know we are your friends, right?” Sean asked.
“Yeah I do, thanks, Sean. I was just thinking about another painting I want to start soon, nothing to really worry about.” She didn’t want them knowing about trying to exhibit her art in case she wasn’t good enough and didn’t want pity from others if she wasn’t up to par.
Tasha covered her mouth and yawned as her body began to wind down from another busy day. She handed her empty coffee cup to Sean to place on the side table and then leaned back into the sofa to watch what was left of the movie.
* * * *
“I think we should take her to bed, what do you think, bro?” Sean asked Jason quietly, careful not to wake Tasha.
“Yeah. We’ve given her enough time to become comfortable around us. I’ll carry her if you go ahead and turn the covers down. She’s scared about something and I wish I knew what it was. She thinks she’s h
iding her fear behind that facade of bravado, but I can see it when she’s looking at us, as well as the desire she has for us.”
“I can, too.” Sean sighed.
“We are going to have to be careful we don’t overwhelm her so she doesn’t get frightened.” Jason gained his feet and gently scooped Tasha up into his arms.
Sean walked ahead of Jason, pulled the covers on the bed back, and watched as his brother lowered Tasha to the mattress. She gave a sigh and curled up onto her side in her sleep. She gave another sigh and then her breathing deepened and evened out once more. The two men stripped out of their clothing and climbed into the bed on either side of their woman. Sean pulled the covers up and waited for Jason to give the signal.
Jason gently pulled Tasha onto her back so he and Sean could have access to her and they began to kiss her neck. Tasha unconsciously tilted her head back, giving them access as they nibbled and licked their way over her warm silky skin. Sean placed a hand on her lower abdomen, rubbing her with belly-soothing strokes hoping to fire up her blood.
Jason nibbled his way along her neck then blew into her ear. Sean smiled when he felt her shiver in reaction, realizing Jay had hit on one of her erogenous zones. He dipped his head to her other ear, swirled his tongue over the delicate folds and then slid the tip into her canal.
Between the two of them they had her moaning for more. She arched her chest up and sighed. Sean slid his hand up under her light sweater, stroking the smooth, soft skin of her stomach. He slid his hand higher and higher until he reached his goal. He sighed with relief that she wasn’t wearing a bra and cupped the small, lush globe with his large palm. The sensation of his hand on her was even better without the encumbrance of cotton or lace. He kneaded and molded her flesh until she was constantly moving. Sean lifted her shirt up even more and groaned when he eyed her breasts. Her nipples were a light pink color and they were standing to attention. He captured a hard nipple, gave it a squeeze, and then began to flick it back and forth with his thumb until she was writhing and arching up into his palm.
Jason nibbled his way from her ear to her mouth and then slid his lips back and forth trying to coax a response from Tasha. She opened to him when he slid his tongue along the seam of her lips. His brother took advantage and thrust his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth, tangling it with hers and she mewled in response.
Sean pushed her top up higher until it was around her shoulders and neck and then bent his head to suck first one, then the other turgid peak into his mouth. He sucked, licked, and laved the sensitive peaks until she once more bucked up into his touch. Gliding his hand down to the waistband of her jeans, he pulled the button from the hole then slid the zipper down. Sean pushed his hand down under the edge of her panties and cupped her mound, eliciting another cry from her. Slipping a large finger between her dew-covered folds, he gathered some of her cream then lightly ran his finger over and around her clitoris. He gave a smile of satisfaction when Tasha spread her legs wide open, giving him the unimpeded access he wanted. It would have been much better if she was naked but he wasn’t stopping until he had her begging for more. He’d waited too long for this moment and wasn’t about to give her an excuse to stop him from touching her like he’d been craving to do so.
* * * *
Tasha was drowning in need as the two men consumed her senses with their fire. Jason was giving her a kiss so carnal it was a wonder she didn’t burst into flames. The taste of him on her tongue was driving her wild. Warm, musky male burst on her taste buds as she tangled her tongue with his. She felt Sean slip a finger into her warm, wet pussy and couldn’t help the reflex action as she arched up into his touch, silently begging for more.
Sean slid a finger in and out of her wet sheath, pushing in further and further inside her as he pleasured her. She flinched when she felt a slight pinching sensation and relaxed again when he withdrew his finger and the bite of pain diminished. She wondered if he had felt the barrier and hoped he hadn’t. If he had, he may make a big deal out of her being a virgin and that was the last thing she wanted. As far as she was concerned, it was an insignificant piece of skin and she wanted it gone.
Tasha had never thought she would have one man in her life let alone two, but now that they were touching her, setting her body on fire, she wanted more. The fear, which had been with her since she was thirteen years old, wasn’t raising its ugly head, and she gave herself up to the pleasurable sensations assailing her. She’d never dreamed that she would be in this position, ever.
“She’s a virgin, Jason. I think she’s afraid we will hurt her,” Sean said and she could have cringed with embarrassment. He had felt it after all.
“Please?” Tasha gasped, not really sure what she was asking for but she didn’t want them to stop.
“Keep her occupied, Jay. I’m going to remove her clothes and break through while making her come.”
Tasha heard Sean, knew what he was going to do, and hoped she didn’t make a fool of herself by crying when he broke that membrane of skin. She whimpered when Jason moved his hands down her body until he reached her breasts, pinching her hard nipples between his fingers and thumb. She wanted to tell them something but for the life of her she couldn’t remember. All thought flew from her head as they touched her. The sensations were out of this world and she couldn’t get enough.
Sean moved down Tasha’s body and quickly but gently divested her of her jeans and undies. He groaned and when she looked down he was staring at her bald pussy. He shifted and then settled between her splayed thighs and breathed in deeply.
Is he smelling me? Oh God.
He bent his head down until she could feel his breath puffing against her cunt and shifted her legs out wider. The first touch of his tongue on her protruding bundle of nerves sent warmth spreading through her body and she thrust her hips up. Sean grabbed hold of her pelvis, holding her gently but firmly, and then he licked and laved her flesh until her cream began to drip from her in a continuous weep.
His finger pressed into her and he stroked it in and out, his tongue still moving on her clit, flicking and twirling as he drove the flames of need higher. She felt that slight pinch again and knew his finger was pushing against her barrier. Tasha growled with frustration when he began to slid his finger out again but that growl turned to a moan when he pushed two back in. Her flesh burned a little as it stretched but she couldn’t get enough.
Sean twisted his fingers while they were still inside her and then he hit a spot inside that made her gasp and jerk. She began to moan louder and continuously as the tips of his fingers stroked that spot over and over again. He alternated between gliding his fingers in and out of her pussy and then rubbing that hot spot inside her. With each press inward he gained more and more depth. She flinched at the pinch but the pleasure was so overwhelming she wanted more. His mouth lifted from her pussy and when she opened her eyes and looked at him she could see the hunger in his gaze. Her body was so hot with need, turned on, a light sheen of sweat covered her skin and her cheeks felt flushed.
“You taste like fucking heaven, darlin’. I can’t get enough of your cream.” Sean kept his eyes pinned to hers and lowered his head again.
“Oh God,” she panted.
He opened his mouth wide and devoured her. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head back, moving it restlessly on the pillow below, feeling restive and consumed with pleasure, knowing that there was more but not knowing how to go about getting it. He sucked her clit gently and held it between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue tip as he slid his fingers in and out of her warm, wet pussy. Her insides became really tight and liquid fire spread from her womb, encompassing her sheath and her clit. Small tremors rippled along her pussy walls and Sean began to push his fingers in and out of her faster and harder.
The internal muscles felt like they began to get closer and closer together and Sean pumped his digits faster and faster, making sure to pass over that really sensitive spot inside. Then all of sudden she was on the
precipice of something huge. Her breath was panting in and out of her mouth rapidly and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get enough air. The pressure built and built and built.
And then she was there, on a great big sling being hurtled toward the stars. Tasha screamed as the coil and tension inside her culminated. Her pussy clamped down hard on Sean’s fingers as they surged forward until they were in as far as they could go, only to retreat and thrust in again. Tasha cried out as her pussy clenched and released with continual contractions, while Sean kept his fingers gliding in and out, enhancing her rapture. She jerked and quavered through each pulse until finally the spasms faded away. The only sound in the room was the rasping breaths of her, Jay, and Sean. Although she wanted to move, open her eyes and see them, she was so languid with repletion she couldn’t find the energy. It felt like all the energy had been sapped from her body.
Tasha never dreamed such exquisite pleasure was possible. She’d heard her sister talking to their mother just after she had lost her virginity, heard Toni tell their mum how painful and humiliating she had found sexual intimacy. Although her mother had gone on to explain that wasn’t and didn’t have to be the case, she had tuned out and vowed then and there to never have sex with any man. Especially after encountering creepy, sick Uncle Bernard. Little good that did her now.
Tasha knew Sean had just taken her hymen with his fingers but she’d felt no pain, only exquisite pleasure. Even though she was surprised by that, she was also glad she was rid of that small problem. It had been the bane of her existence over the last few years, knowing most of her friends had already done “the deed.” She gave a mental snicker over how she had been so worried and when it actually came down to it, there had been nothing to worry about after all. Maybe it was because they were experienced, although she’d heard some women saying that some men had no clue when it came to sex.